Last Thursday I decided to re-commit to logging my foods and regularly prying myself off my couch. This was brought on by a weigh-in at my parents' house on their "doctor's office" style scale, which put me at 166. Now I've been as high as 168 recently, but I turn 40 in less than a month and my goal was to weigh LESS than my starting weight of 160 when I started this last push in January of 2009, not to weigh MORE by the time this birthday hit.
So. Thursday and Friday I did well with my calories, and I even managed to hit the treadmill both days. Yay!
Saturday and Sunday I was, sadly, attacked by the Girl Scouts and force-fed a box of Samoas. Then I tripped over a bag of Reese's Eggs and landed mouth first on them.
Erm, that was more like two bags.
On the plus side, I didn't bake any cakes or cookies this weekend. I did bake a dozen muffins, but I didn't fall in lust with them or anything, so I only ate two.
"Only." Good grief.
Fortunately, Monday hit and I did well both Monday and Tuesday with the caloric intake, and today is looking good too. I haven't been on the treadmill due to a cold I came down with on Monday, but I'm going back on it tomorrow.
Tomorrow also happens to be my weigh-in day. The heck with this Monday garbage, I'm going for Thursday. It's a good day, and it's also well enough into my work-week to scare me off of going out to eat at lunch.
We'll see how it goes. Here's hoping I don't get attacked by a ginormous Quarter Pounder on my way home...
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